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I wish you were laying here beside me. . .   Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with. To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing. I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever. As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone. On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts. I wonder if you think of me too. If you miss me. I

Secrets. We all have them? Don't they all seem odd though. Everyone has their own unique one. Whether it's a silly childhood secret of someone's crush, or if it's something deeper. With more meaning than a stupid, little crush. Those secrets are the worst it seems. They always haunt you. And they'll always taunt you. They whisper to you, "Tell someone. Tell someone now." Especially at night when it's quiet and you have time to think. They tease you and persuade you. But you still never tell. "It's too important," you fight back in your head. "It's too important," you whisper aloud, grasping at your broken heart. You watch the

Why is it not ok to dream? Is it only cute until 17? And with a coming of age it becomes Laughable, punishable, irresponsible… Now I'm full grown and must follow The Path. Don't you know? The one we all must follow as all our dreams, goals, and fantasies are funneled through to one narrow strand stretching and stretching out until finally you are left with nothing but the desire that has been beaten into your mind since you were past the age of dreaming and into the stage of getting. Taking more and more, doing everything we do for just one thing. We work towards it, lose sleep for it, surrender everything that makes us pure